"The funeral parlor?" Zhuang Wu's complexion changed, as though recalling some unsettling rumors, his gaze turning complex. "From yesterday, something was up with that building. If you can, I wouldn't recommend going there."
Continuing, he said: "It seems like a new round of strange tales has erupted there - resurrection of the dead, a peculiar moon, and the like. I know some players who ventured there but none have returned."
"Oh, that's not an issue, I just came from that building," Li Huazhao pointed towards his left side. "I can see it in your eyes, you've wanted to ask about this, haven't you? This has been caused by the source-based tales, but fortunately, I was able to survive."
Li Huazhao effortlessly ascribed the experiences of Yu Liang to himself, displaying a degree of bravado in front of Zhuang Wu.
